Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 144404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
“I think most of my questions can go to you, Gray,” Trent said as he nuzzled my neck.
That was good because I didn’t think I could answer a bunch of questions right now. My brain felt fuzzy.
“Take off her pants and we’ll talk,” Gray offered, standing close to what looked like a bench, except it was inverted. Likely so someone’s ass would be in the air so someone else could smack it until the first person was so overwhelmingly aroused she couldn’t stand another second of the torture.
Me. That was me and Gray. Or rather it would be in a couple of minutes.
I sighed as Trent ran his tongue along the shell of my ear and his hands worked the button of my pants, fingers slipping under the waistband. “First of all, because our lovely wife is going to remember at the most inopportune time that she was worried about how our son would handle the Hell plane, I’ll give her a debrief on the last couple of hours. We ran and hunted, and he’s twelve kinds of tired out and sleeping in the room he’s sharing with Lee. I know. There are plenty of rooms, but he’s a wolf and he sleeps better with his pack near. They’re in a big suite with Evan’s room connected, and they’re close to Dean. I think Lee’s planning on staying up to watch over his friend. He’s nervous about Liv being close.”
Fen was okay. He’d had a good time, and he wouldn’t go moon crazy or something. Check. I could let that worry go. “Thank you.”
“Now you should answer Gray’s question and then you can stop thinking,” Trent promised. “He asked if you wanted him to send Casey away. We would miss his organizational skills, but if it makes you more comfortable, we’ll get by.”
There were problems with that scenario that went beyond the heist we were planning. “If you sent Casey away, he would have the right to take Liv with him, wouldn’t he? According to the rules which he suddenly seems really strict about.”
“I suspect that’s exactly what he would do if I tried to push him out,” Gray confirmed. “I think it’s better to keep them both here where we can monitor the situation. Let Casey deal with Liv for now. Do you believe he loves her?”
I did and I also knew that—despite what Liv had accused me of—Casey was smart and seemed to be a bit ruthless now. If he was right, he’d given me a way to rebond with Liv. Complaining about him. Complaining about overbearing men had been a go-to in our friendship.
Trent dragged the slacks I was wearing down my hips and I stepped out of them, leaving me wearing nothing but a pair of cotton undies that were kind of already soaked through because my pussy was in overdrive.
“I’ll let it be for now,” I agreed.
“Excellent.” Gray was standing a few feet from me. It was too far away. “Then what you should know, Trent, is that something that should have been harmless to Kelsey and I attacked us tonight. That’s the scent you caught. It was out in the garden, and we need to figure out who sent it.”
“Your fucking father.” Trent proved we were all on the same page.
“Almost certainly, but I have to figure out how he did it and who’s working with him,” Gray agreed. “But that is a problem for another day. Like how we’re going to steal from Lucifer Morningstar without him killing us in a particularly nasty way. Well, killing you. He can’t destroy me, but he’ll murder my whole family and then I’ll go insane.”
“I don’t suppose there’s any way you could talk him into it? It might be better if we negotiated.” Gray was Lucifer’s focus for a couple of weeks yet. He had to have some small power. What was a single feather really worth?
Trent’s fingers slipped inside the band of my undies, and my breath caught as they moved closer and closer to the place they needed to be.
“I could offer him more service,” Gray said.
And then I wasn’t thinking about sex anymore. I stepped away from Trent and pointed a finger Gray’s way.
“Absolutely not.” I wasn’t going to be the reason my husband lost his mind from time to time, because that’s what happened when one worked for Lucifer. He’d come out of it okay for the most part, but I knew what it cost him, and he wasn’t paying that price again. “You are almost out of that goddess damned contract, and I will not have it. I swear if you sign another contract we’re going to have trouble, Sloane.”
His eyes flashed fire. Like actual fire. It was only for a moment, and it probably should have scared me more than it did because I thought it was kind of hot. That momentary flame told me I’d gone way too far, and I was about to get everything I wanted.